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My name is Cynthia and I am a happily married 41 year old. My husband Stephen and I live in a plush house in an exclusive suburb which overlooks Sydney Harbour. He is a marketing manager for a large retail outlet and I help out with the on-line side of the business. I have a more or less rubenesque figure and am very proud of my big natural boobs that have huge round coral pink aureoles.

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"I'm not sucking your dick!" the hot redhead wearing the warbonnet screamed at the president of I Felta Thi. "Well, I'm not giving you a ride home then, you snotty cock-teasing bitch," he snapped. "There are plenty of other chicks here who will blow me and say, 'Thank you, sir, for giving me the opportunity.' You can walk home for all I care."

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Jessica was nervous, driving to the meeting. Her boss, Susan, had asked to meet at a hotel room at one of the best, most expensive hotels in London. This was a very odd request, but Jessica looked at it as an adventure. She would get to see a great hotel and possibly have a nice lunch. But this was so out of character for her normally too-serious boss.

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You've barely been online for five minutes when the email appears. The subject line is blank, but you open it anyway, curious to read what I have sent you. However, this is not a day for words, and you stare at the empty white box, momentarily confused, until you notice the attachment. It's a video file, and is simply labelled 'Watch me'.

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Ever since congress passed the twenty-eighth amendment legalizing prostitution and other sexual services, there has been a rising and more predominant sub-culture of professional and recreational sexual slavery. Whether men and women would sign away their bodies for love or money, the contract was legally binding and would hold up in any court. A number of BDSM dens arose where like-minded people could gather;

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Driving East My eyes were heavy and I'd been struggling to maintain focus on the straight wide highway for the last hour. It was after 2am and I'd been driving for 14 straight hours on the final leg of a cross county trip that would bring me back to my native New England after too many years away.

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What the hell was it with girls? Linda had flirted with him shamelessly for a long time. She had invited him over while both of their respective significant others were out of town. They had hung out together in her parent's basement rec room. Her outfit had been very sexy and she had flashed her white cotton panties at him numerous times.

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'Thanks, Harry,' she smiled up at me, as I set a mug of tea down on her bedside table. 'Can I have a kiss, as well?' I set my mug down next to hers and bent to kiss her. She giggled and quickly kicked off the duvet. 'I meant on these lips,' she said, spreading her legs and arching her back. I grinned and knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed. Sliding a hand under each of her buttocks, I pulled her towards me, catching her scent as I did so.

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We had known one another for about a year on that hot summers night, when I was just relaxing in the house, hanging out with Cathy and sitting in the garden drinking wine. Six of us were due to start sharing a student house in the Autumn of 2003. We'd all met in halls, all got along and decided to not go for the more intimate house shares, the twos and threes, of some of our friends, but instead to rent a large, six bedroomed "party house" in the middle of the town.

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It was a month after the first time I joined my parents, Bill and Karen, in their sexual exploits. I quickly got better and lasted much longer in bed and gave my mom a good time. Dad loved to watch his son and mother lustily pounding each other on the bed as he wanked off on the side with a video camera shooting the whole scene.

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